[Ha, that's something Peter is trying to figure out, albeit slowly and with fluctuating success: that he can't just swoop in and save everyone before the worst happens. By the time he came swinging in as Spider-Man, people were beaten, hungry, exhausted, traumatized — and it almost felt like he wasn't actually saving anybody. The damage was already done. But he's fifteen and life is hard to navigate (especially with spider powers), so he doesn't quite settle for 'you can't protect everyone every waking moment'.
He was almost kidnapped, too, and...
A confession punches out of him, almost against his will, as he taps a swinging foot against the leg of his chair.]
... I had a chance to try and follow the kidnappers, and I blew it. I panicked and it could have cost everyone else time to... [He finally looks back at Peter, at how he's still banged up and probably dealing with his own crap. Just like Mr. Stark. He'd complained at him, too, like it was even really their problems, to listen to him fret about things out of anyone's control.] Sorry, it got too serious, huh? I didn't mean for it to get all — whiny.
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He was almost kidnapped, too, and...
A confession punches out of him, almost against his will, as he taps a swinging foot against the leg of his chair.]
... I had a chance to try and follow the kidnappers, and I blew it. I panicked and it could have cost everyone else time to... [He finally looks back at Peter, at how he's still banged up and probably dealing with his own crap. Just like Mr. Stark. He'd complained at him, too, like it was even really their problems, to listen to him fret about things out of anyone's control.] Sorry, it got too serious, huh? I didn't mean for it to get all — whiny.